Winter stars still bring me warmth when I'm outside. I'll gaze upon till I've got to go inside. Hands not working, figure tips burning. I watch the stars till I feel sane, doing it in the cold makes me look insane. But the stars bring warmth to my comfort.
I can hardly feel my face and ears, but after a beautiful moment I wipe these tears. Been star gazing all these years. It's like a visual lullaby. Always tough to tell the sky goodnight. Ever watch the sunrise in the cold? Especially below zero? It's still beautiful. Trees covered with ice and snow. Redish gold warms the cold. But the breeze puts it all to a freeze.